Oh, my aching back !
A rather large parcel of seed potaoes arrived Tuesday dinnertime, they were unpacked and duly inspected, there was that many of them that we could have lived off them for a week, so Tuesday afternoon was spent trotting round the neighbours asking if anyone wanted the surplus. In every single case I had to stand and explain that I had ordered too many and the jokes about it became rather repetetive. Nevertheless I managed to get rid of quite a few (rather a lot actually) but do you know, out of the twenty odd people I approached and the eight who took them off my hands only one person offered me anything towards the cost of them, and she is physically disabled. The son who is her carer went straight out and spent the afternoon digging a patch over in the garden ready for them and when the elder son came in from work he sorted out the chitting and then came round to say thankyou and was I sure I didn't want any money for them. Naturally I refused but it just goes to show what kind of society we live in. Anyway, having drastically reduced the number of spuds on my hands to something nearer the number Jono was expecting me to receive, I put them to chit. Running out of egg cartons I then had to start packing them into large seed trays, not the half trays, the full sized ones, these seed spuds are only small, about the size of an egg and I have ended up with three trays full and two egg boxes designed to hold a dozen eggs each. Not to worry, where there's a will there's a way and I'm sure I will find a solution to the slight problem. Then I sterted work on the so called ' veg garden'. I can honestly say, in all my life I have never dug a worse piece of ground. It is heavy, wet, infested with couch grass and more mare's tail than the parson preached about. It has been a lawn for over sixty years and I am digging it by hand, it is taking me two hours a day to dig a strip 5 feet long by 16 inches wide and for the first time I have doubts that I will have enough ground ready by the time the potaoes are ready to go in, oh, my aching b
ack !

